Czech PublicAgent Mature masseuse gives a happy ending

The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of oil and sweat. She’s on top of me, her hands slick and strong, kneading my thighs with a brutal intensity that’s almost painful. Her fingers dig into my flesh, releasing knots I didn’t know existed. I can feel her breath hot on my neck, her tits pressing against my back. She’s not just giving a massage; she’s owning me, claiming every inch of my body. Her hands slide up, grip my shoulders, and she leans in, her voice a low growl in my ear. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

Her hands move lower, tracing the curve of my ass, squeezing hard. I can feel her nails, short but sharp, scraping against my skin. She shifts, straddling me, her pussy pressing against my ass. She grinds down, a low moan escaping her lips. Her hands are on my hips, pulling me up so I’m on my knees. She leans over me, her tits hanging down, her nipples brushing against my back. She reaches around, her hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing gently. “You like that, don’t you?” she whispers, her other hand sliding down, down, down, until her fingers are rubbing my clit. I can feel her fingers, wet and slippery, circling, pressing, driving me wild. She’s not gentle, not kind. She’s a fucking beast, a mature masseuse who knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers slip inside me, curling, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. I’m panting, moaning, begging for more. And she gives it to me, her fingers fucking me hard, her thumb rubbing my clit. I can feel it building, the pressure, the need. And then she leans in, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, and I’m done. I’m screaming, I’m shaking, I’m coming all over her hand. And she’s laughing, a low, dirty laugh, because she knows she’s won. She’s the fucking publicagent mature mistress, and she’s just given me the happy ending of my life.